Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1887-02-26
A Country breakfast in England.
London Letter to the San Francisco Argonaut

SCENE
Breakfast.room at Be0H,ieu Manor. High ,oai,-
scot ~ Old OAK: u us pdpers1f in deep murODn:
deep maroon dohaask uiatiOW curtains, amt ma
room teotiier-Seoted chars. Ola oak hre-liuce:
log IRE IN the crate: Tong breahfust table, Kissing
trt ana tea Gtn5s at one end Jour covered siireI.
dishes at the other conhdning outlets, sausnges.
l'ooched eggs ond e",rted fo,ot. In The mielNe
tTYe dish Of butter scrolls dnd buIicts u siire,-
stunt Of boiled eggs u glass dish OF oru,ige mar
mut1de, and tue racks Of dry toast. On side
bread.
PEOPLE AT TABLE.
LADY BAR-DEXTEK (hse lady of The house, age H.ir-
tyFre, oace pretty, non. burom ,cith that burnt
faced, dinei'.ishia0-eyed look ,phich the ueeIu0e
high born British notron (uniess u "friskvY
gets IN u teW years after muy7iage and ax not
so much the result Of annual npafurnity as The
erect Of an unlimited consumption Of Gro,Un
stout at luncheon and 6romn sherry at dinner.
IRE HON. MRS NILIiERS and Miss VIIIIERS
mother and daughter. No her, yray-huired
arehea Yebro"s, pale, hi" and ICY; daughter,
LADY VIOLET CHOPPER, a .'G1iskV.n o. ettU bold
rOld-cYed. and hnrsey.
LORD HENRY MOBILE, her brother.
CAPTAIN FITzRUBBIsHE, Of the Queens O,rn Bonn
lSilence reig,s. Enter your hnn,bie serrunt-
'Dhom ,re u,H call Mr.: THOMPSON WITHArEE, Of
thadde tphid. 30 h Ute men are readin0 their
tette hhtte they eat, he tOrn-ODen enUetoDes
hnerin0t g tatte ana adjoini',0 ptt,tes.
MES-Baw! ("htch 1 interpret as "Good morn
WoMEN-'Ning! (uhich duto.l
seat m self in Of Hdlf-IOzen yacdnk
Lady p1 fs A. 1e WitL nasss
LADY BID pous out the tea, and yau some
LADY BAR-DExTRR-Here is your tea, Mr. With
apee u am separated from her Ladysh p by
oDD5E ana f r0n sna out neither cns TO
dt,couer to be the custom. Erery one acts IN and
goes for his o'en tea. I 90 for my tea. I go
thing to eat. While I sip my tea and puzzle about
LADY BAR-DExTER-The Hammonds come to-
CAPTAIN FiTZKUBBISHE-Oh! Do they?
LADY BAR-DExTEK-They can only stay two
CAPTAIN EITZRUBBIsHE-Really. Cunt they.
Enter LORD BASIL DUMPLINGE age t,cent,-fire in
scarlet hu"tin9-coot and top-boots.]
WOMEN-Ntng!
(DUMPLISGE makes straight for the sil,er disbes
Yss ang c"ser @g sac" and scrutinises contents
helps ht'"seg TO u Pooched egg, and carries il
to seat merit me. Sits doun and proceeds to
open his letters, Which in q pile beside his
plate. Take the tip ana go and help myself to
snusdge.l
tove! say Ito LADY VIOLET CRorrER, to @1oo, ne
hasn't before spoken.l
| LADY VIOLET-HellO!
LORD BAsIL-Here'S lark. The Jones-Fteldinos
have meet at their shop next Tuesday
LADY VIOLET-Never!
| lord BASIL tears open another letter with his
CAPTAIN F1rzRuBBIsHE-Really!
LADY BAR-DExTER 20 Miss VILLrERs)-There's to
| be hunt-ball at Boskell next week.
| Miss VIIIIERS-Is there?
lEfter SIR JOHN BAR-DEXTER, q bearded man nj
tortyfre, and a 6l,QT manner, also in hunting
MES-Baw!
WoMEN-'Ning.
SIR JOHN (afler helping himself in silence to some
cola grouse from the sidebO0rd)-LoOk sharp, Dunn
Pnage. Ha pas nine, and eight miles to Tom.
| LADY yIoLET-Going to ride V1xie?
LORD BASIL-NO fear.
II hare disposed u my sausage, and think I'll san
| sOlnethi,tgl
L-What beautiful view there is from my room
window, Lady Bar-DeXter.
LADY BAR-DEXTER-Oh, is there?
lit IS the finest woodland bit Of scenery can
remember.
LADY BAR-DEXTER-Really. it,
Ives II seemed like reproduction of one of
Wilkes or Birket Fosters best landscapes.
LADY BAR-DExTKR-Fancy!
l1he ooser men look up and regard me curi0usla
through their eye-9tdsses. LADY VIOLET tOinEs
openly at DuAPLlNGE, WhO dyaWs dOu,n the cor
ners Of Ms mouth. feel sat upon, and su6side
sIR JoHN-Ought TO have rafting good run to-
| day. My tea, please.
Land 20 on for hdV an hour longer sohtle three On,
Jour and I and Esfen